Short Cremated Poems
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Goodbyes
Tongue of fire
Licking the casted letter
Each word dissolves
in its passionate grip
leaving nothing but
dead bodies cremated.
He was a narcissist
With a touch of an arsonist
And got burnt by his own desire
For he was cremated
By the love he created
Setting his heart on fire
no not serial killers that only kill arsonists
but serial killers who kill with fire
do you think they would
want buried
or
Take your time
see what i cremated
I cremated you
In scorching flames of passion
His blaze a consuming fire
Now only ashes
I have no tears left to cry
The kind wind bears you away
Eileen Manassian Ghali
It's true that I could be more lovin'
as I shove you head first in the oven,
but I can't help but feel so elated
that with you your breath is cremated.
7/16/2018
.
my
wife and I
made some time
last week to have the
buried or cremated discussion
................................
apparently I'm booked in
next wednesday
afternoon
.
Everence, most evenness scenes ever.
The cremated remains last.
Can I return it for a difference?
Zealous, jealous, and conscientious,
emanated outward, giggles and grins.
Can I re-petite ****?
George Bernard Shaw,
A critic with a vein of comedy and language, quite raw;
He wrote in a movable shack, he liked photography now and then,
Ladies man, died at 94, cremated and planted in his garden.
Here lies the arsonist, Ash James -
Although, he would have chosen flames.
It amazed us, once, to see the grave of a notorious pyromaniac in a local grave
yard - I know that she would have certainly preferred cremation!
Culinary resonations my senses please
Blowtorch trimming the tapering of cheese
Cremated lactations dance on the fan’s breeze
Crab forks impaling young peas
Lightly dusting salt of the seas
Grindings of exotic teas
Marinades my taste buds tease
My mother, Sylvia Plath,
These days, I might laugh,
Electric oven, you know!
I was too young to know,
One way to go--
It was too young to know,
I used to live in dread,
I learnt what blackmail meant,
She got cremated, you know,
I was too young to know,
These days, I might laugh,
My mother, Sylvia Plath.
eerie earth belched
callous creed's crest
nocturnal nature nauseated
dark dribbles cremated
hoisted hankering cruised
sassy soil puked
rusty rims yawned
puncturing pulpy pawn
tactic trend torn
bruised bark bent
mystic moaning etched
saucy seal spent
lofty lids lurched
vying voluptuous verge.
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callous crimson crept
etching crisp crest
hanky' surges sworn
plied pulpy pawn
dark dribbles reincarnated
rusty reels cremated
felon flames moan
cussing cupped clone
bruised biddings thrown
loquacious wind wielded
spanked saucy shredded
hewn syllables welded
tuned taunted tiers
of the fire.
'20:04:03:18:54
Note: Of The Fire.
callous crimson crept
etching crisp crest
hanky' surges sworn
plied pulpy pawn
dark dribbles reincarnated
rusty reels cremated
felon flames moan
cussing cupped clone
bruised biddings thrown
loquacious wind wielded
spanked saucy shredded
hewn syllables welded
tuned taunted tiers
of the fire.
'20:04:03:18:54
Note: Of The Fire.
We believe in resurrection of the dead
Father Christ rose from the dead
Lives forever
Causes to share eternal life
When someone dies
His body
Buried
Cremated
Believe that there is life after death
In his resurrection
Father Christ showed that He is Lord over death
“I am the resurrection and life, who believes in Me although die, will live
5132013
lanky lusts leering
fostering felon fits
damp draw drooling
draped over dances
voluptuous veils vying
saucy veins spanking
hanky panky hoisting
falling fallible feelings
severed surges smirking
eerie emotions nauseated
squashed capillaries cremated
pulpy pukes pirated
lurching labium limbs
paused, party pissed.
'20:01:29:18:14
Betsy Winters
I try drawing you from old memories
but can't get your eyes right. I don't see
the body that destroyed my earnest vows.
I can't see your warm young breasts and
nipples that grew so hard by my caress.
I can't see us dancing naked in the dark.
I wish I'd kept the photos. I cremated us
in an ashtray and I can't see us anymore.
dimwit damping desires
punctured passion pulsing
puking, sopped plenary
impregnated zeal gnashing
odd offshoot scolding
cremated cusses cobbling
hewn nosy tracery
strapped self scrunching
jumpy jazz jolting
mystic mist moaning
lusty limbs lurching
felon feigning ally;
perforated pulpy pedigree.
19:11:30:5:00
Note: To all corrupt Police Officers!
bounty bodies blush
under taunted touch
felon flesh foster
tuning tactic trigger
puking pulsing bullets
seeped'n saucy triceps
callous capillaries cremated
fiery feelings hoisted
fostering foil funeral
embalmed zeal oozes
eerie ******** fuming
at tarred ****
passion scaled peaks -
smeared smothered spree.
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Note: A picture prompt.
Gray blade of moon, fall blaze of oak
Flame for diamonds, purifying smoke
Change of season, leaves flicker burnt
Lessons saught-- taught, cruelly learnt
Melted heart and flesh depart away
He trickles like dust of earthen clay
A touch, a clutch, so much to flow
The wind remains; I must let go
Worn, I mourn a form outdated
All that remains is cremated
3-31-2022
Her Insanity
Strait jacket with chains in shackles.
Her mind is waked then they drugged her until she hackled.
Emotionally gone she is still standing strong,
leaning on baby blue walls on suicide watch.
Her mind had been spinning through wheels.
The heart has been cremated to dust through her gills.
No more feelings for her needs.
All she has is insanity..
dark dribbles drool
feigning freaks fooled
nocturnal nimble numbed
felon fits gulped
hideous hankers hoisted
callous crest cremated
porous politics punctured
moaning trends tortured
leering lanky leisure
pulpy pen pruned
sassy syllables sued
squashed bills bruised
la-de-da wits wrecked
haggard hymns decked.
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Note: Dedicated to Christopher Marlowe.
wanky wind wretching
felon fury bruising
bounty blitzkrieg bleaching
blur biddings bleeding
hoisted hankering hibernated
jumpy jazz cremated
dark dribbles drooled
prescribing pulpy clue
punctured healing pruned
kaleidoscopic chaos cupped
gaunt gifts gulped
moaning mist munched
callous complexities clenched
dusty dregs drenched
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Note: Of wanky wind.
She is out of her mind her relatives said.
They wanted her embalmed, cremated or dead.
Lucinda had her wits and was not to be dissuaded.
She gave them all the boot, they were downgraded.
She had a dream, and intended to put it into action.
Wanted a gingerbread house to give satisfaction.
Builder and construction crew were happy to do it.
Relatives inheriting nothing had a huge hissy fit.
waning wits smirked
vying voluptuous verge
meagre mood metamorphose
saucy spell's sauce
hoisted hankerings hummed
pruning punctured pukes
dark dribbles dazed
rusty reels raved
rusticating riff's creates
lanky lusts birthed
callous crisps cremated
crunched crescendos hibernated
crumbling contractions cruised
bursting busty bruise.
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Note: of harassed ambiguity.